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[txmefxll]

"....You...technically just flirted with me."

[txmefxll]

❛ can’t sleep? ❜

"I've always had trouble."

[shufflecure]

@lxghtofrc said : ❛ i could have sworn i saw something. ❜

Nix nearly dropped the book in her hand as she heard a sudden voice in the bookstore. Normally during such weather, not many people came in. In fact, this business was rarely crowded unless some sort of popular book came out. Though it wasn't just the voice that caused the silverette to experience a temporary moment of panic. He must've seen the little guest she brought in from the rain.

So quickly she stepped out of behind one of the bookshelves and scooped up a small black cat. "I'm so sorry about that, Sir! I.. wasn't able to get a hold of the owner but I couldn't leave this little guy out in the rain." Sure, the rain stopped for now but it could always start back up! What if the cat wandered off to an area where he wouldn't get dry? "Oh right um.. Did you come looking for anything specific?"

[gamereign]

Atem has spent the last few weeks preparing everything for this day. His partner, his aibou, this was a special moment for him. The former spirit had taken the time to make a special meal, a dessert of Yuugi's many favorites. Gifts wrapped for his aibou to open up. The Egyptian waits for the smaller male to enter their shared apartment, crimson-violets glancing down at the card titled 'Aibou' and the small rectangular box beside it.

A gold bracelet with an ankh charm connected lay within. Perhaps, later on down the road he could get a ring for the other.

      𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄     :       yuugi  birth .ᐟ.ᐟ    ♡   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒     :       accepting     .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐀 𝐑𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 ,     aside  from  his  mother  nearly    𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐦     with  affection  and  his  grandfather  giving  him  his  annual    𝑖𝑡’𝑠  𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟  𝑏𝑖𝑟𝑡ℎ𝑑𝑎𝑦  𝑦𝑒𝑡     𝒚𝒐𝒖     𝑎𝑟𝑒  𝑡ℎ𝑒  𝑔𝑖𝑓𝑡  𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡  𝑘𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑠  𝑜𝑛  𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔     speech ,     and  yuugi  is  perfectly  okay  with  this ,     simply  satisfied  to  be  around  his  loved  ones  who  express  their    𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘     &     𝗔𝗣𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡     year -  round .     thus ,     he  doesn’t  need  nor  expect  to  arrive  home  to  any    grand  gestures ,   but  perhaps  that’s  the  whole  point  of  a    surprise     ━━━━     he  isn’t    𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕     to  anticipate  anything .   

            verily ,     he’d  had  no  idea  that  atem  had  gone  to  so  much    𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄     behind  the  scenes ,     but  he  ought  to  have  expected  as  much ,     given  his  beloved’s    𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌  𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅     of  pulling  out  every  stop  to  leave  yuugi’s  heart  overflowing  with  gratitude ,     with  affection ,     with    𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠     at  the  notion  that  he’s  managed  to  end  up  as    𝗼𝗻𝗲  𝗼𝗳  𝘁𝗵𝗲  𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘆  𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀     who’d  found  their    𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗘     so  early  in  his  life . 

            doll -  wide  eyes  grow    𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒚  𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒓     as  he  beholds  everything  so    𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦  𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑    for  his  indulgence .     despite  the  beautifully  plated  meal  and  the    𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗬  𝗧𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗞𝗘𝗧𝗦     laid  out  before  him ,    bright  violets     immediately  find  the  other  man’s  face ,    warm  with  devotion ,    and  wetness  wells  in  the    𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲  𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐤  𝐝𝐮𝐜𝐭𝐬     of  heavily  lined  eyes  .

             “     what’s  all  this  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”     he  asks ,     despite  the    𝑜𝑏𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠     of  the  answer .     his  voice  warbles  with  emotion ,     shoulder  bag  slipping  easily  down  a    lithely  toned  arm  ,     instantaneously  forgotten  the  moment  he  sets  it  aside  on  the  nearest  surface .     he  comes  nearer  to  inspect  everything  with  the    𝐔𝐓𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄  ,     golden  light  all  but  emanating  from  his  core ,     before  his  attention  once  again  turns  to    𝒉𝒊𝒔  𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅  ,     fixed  on  him  like  a  scrap  of  metal  to  a    𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥  𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐭  .

            at  once ,     yuugi  wraps  his  arms  around  his    other  half  ,     nuzzling  into  the  junction  of  his  neck  and  shoulder  and  breathing  in  his    𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕  𝒃𝒖𝒕  𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒚     scent .    “     you  put  this  all  together  for  me  .ᐣ.ᐣ     gods , it  must  have  taken  you     𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓     [     .  .  .     ]     ”     a  breathless  laugh  tumbles  past  his  lips ,     heart  fluttering  anew  at  a  pace  that  rivals  a   hummingbird’s  wings .    “     this  all  looks  so  lovely  ,     𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓  𝒎𝒆  ,     thank  you  .     but  you  have  to  know  you’ve  already  given  me  the     𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐠𝐢𝐟𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐥𝐥  ,     just  by  being  here  with  me  ,     and  being  in  my  life  .     ”

[legendary-duelists]

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[txmefxll]

⛓️ / throw us some angst, yes.

The first sensation to pierce the darkness is pain, a sharp, metallic clang reverberates through his ears as he stirs. There's an indistinct weight pressing down on him, heavy and suffocating, but his eyes flutter open to an oppressive darkness. Confusion engulfs him; he cannot see. Each shallow breath he takes sends searing discomfort through his chest, an unmistakable signal that his ribs may be bruised. His hands, restrained and bound, struggle against an unseen force, scraping against the rough surface of whatever he's trapped on. His gloves are intact, offering a small comfort, but the absence of his dual disk is palpable, a nagging emptiness. He can sense Stardust lingering faintly in the recesses of his spirit, a tether to familiarity amidst the chaos.

As the fog of disorientation persists, his thoughts swirl in a haze, like wisps of smoke in an endless void. The heavy weight of fear creeps in, tightening around his lungs as the realization of his predicament solidifies. He's trapped, better yet, ensnared, suspended from something. Another futile shift in his body elicits a faint clink, echoing ominously in the silence.

Chains. The cruel reality sinks in; he is trapped, restrained, yet left to dangle helplessly. The grating sound of metal scraping against itself is haunting, reminiscent of teeth grinding together, a grotesque symphony that suggests something lies beneath, the faint crash of noises. Desperate to assert some control, he attempts to bring his hands up to his face, a muffled grunt escaping him as the chains prevent that movement, barely grazing his features. There's a fabric covering his eyes, an unwelcome shroud that further obscures his vision, the oppressive darkness rendering everything inscrutable. If only—

Suddenly, a bright light erupts around him, flooding the space with a blinding radiance and accompanied by a low electronic hum. The intensity is so great that he can almost feel its warmth through his clothes, the shroud around his face preventing the light from fully assaulting his sight. As the brightness subsides, distant figures come into focus beneath him, their shapes vague and shadowy in the glaring illumination. It's a daunting drop to the floor below a stark reminder of his precarious position. Surveying his surroundings, he begins to recognize the layout: an old-school dueling arena. Was a duel taking place beneath him? Was that the sounds he had heard earlier Even still his signer mark burns, there is vile magic to the air, something supernatural is taking place and before he can fully think, the weight goes slack and his stomach jumps into his throat as he plummets, lips part in a silent gasp that never makes it through the air in any audible noise before the chains tighten again, the noise is deafening in his mind as they chime, he's fallen a fair height but now he can hear his name upon the wind, echoing amongst the area. Something running down the side of his face, trying to strain his eyes to see through the cloth, only brings more pain to his throbbing head.

"Now...that I have your attention." The snap of fingers before the chains rise him back up, ensnared around his entire frame. Like a puppet upon strings, a fly trapped in a web. The metal tightens around his body, until finally they draw an audible pained groan from his lips, forced out through gritted teeth. The area is vast, yet it feels like the outside world is blocked off. He can't recall what was going on, or why any of this was happening, his mind hasn't cleared up at all since waking. All he can do is listen, to wait and see if opportunity would come his way.

"You say you wish to save the soul that defies time? Then come partake in the game of life and death once more, rebirth-ed. Fate lays in your hands once more, are you courageous enough to grab hold of it again?"

[gamereign]

Pretty? No. His aibou was not pretty. He was beautiful. Make him change his mind.

      𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐂𝐄     :       unprompted   /   𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒     :       always   accepting     .ᐟ.ᐟ

𝐌𝐔𝐓𝐎𝐔  𝐘𝐔𝐔𝐆𝐈  𝐇𝐀𝐒  𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐃  𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒 .     and  if  not  thousands ,     then    𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔  ,     for  slanting  over  the  modest  vanity  of  his  bedroom  and  painting  precise  lines  in  the    𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑐𝑡  𝑠𝑎𝑚𝑒  𝑤𝑎𝑦     that  he  has  since  he  began  experimenting  with  makeup  as  a  middle  schooler  feels  like    𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗖𝗟𝗘  𝗠𝗘𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗬  :     encoded  into  his  dna ,     to  the  degree  that  he  could  likely  do  it  while  asleep .

            granted ,     his  skill  level  has  increased  significantly  since  the  first  time  his    shaky  little  hand     dared  to  reach  for  his  mother’s  eyeliner  pencil .     furthermore ,     his    𝑊𝐸𝐴𝑃𝑂𝑁  𝑂𝐹  𝐶𝐻𝑂𝐼𝐶𝐸     has  shifted  from  hard  pencils  to  liquid  and  brush    (   it’s  a    NO  BRAINER  ,     with  how  much  product  he  packs  on ,     and  how  much  he  requires  to  line  his    𝐛𝐢𝐠  𝐝𝐨𝐞  𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬     just  the  way  he  likes .     were  he  to  stick  to  pencils ,     he’d  go  through  a  new  one    every  day    )  ,   but  the  practice  feels  the  same ,     feels  almost  sacred ,     in  the  way  that  the     comforting  mundanities     of  everyday  life  do ;    𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗚𝗜𝗙𝗧  𝗢𝗙  𝗕𝗘𝗜𝗡𝗚  𝗔𝗟𝗜𝗩𝗘  .

            in  his  trance -  like  state ,     as  he  flicks  the  eyeliner  brush  outward  to  create  his    𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆  𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈     like  a  painter  adding  the  finishing  touch  to  a    MASTERPIECE ,   yuugi  does  not  notice  atem  watching  him ,     nor  does  he  realize  that  his  other  half  has  been  watching  him  for    quite  some  time  ,     as  if  this  simple  part  of  his  daily  routine    ━━━━     this  act  he’s  done  nearly  as  much  as    𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐎𝐑  𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  ,     and  with  the  same  thoughtlessness  about  it    ━━━━     could  be  the  most  entrancing  image  the  former  pharaoh  had  ever  seen  in  his    𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠  𝑜𝑓  𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠  .

            yuugi  does  not  become  cognizant  of  his  audience  until  he  turns  to  locate  the  black  mascara  in  which  he  all  but    𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬     his  long ,     dense  lashes .     mid -  reach ,     he  catches  a  glimpse  of    his  beloved’s    eyes  trained  on  him ,     and  then  he  can    feel  it  ,   the  familiar ,     nigh  on    tingling  sensation     of  those  red -  violet  eyes ,    𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑  𝒂𝒔  𝒂  𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆’𝒔  ,     taking  in  every  part  of  him ;     studying  him  as  if  he  wishes  to  commit  every  curve  and  crevice  of  yuugi’s  body ,    𝗧𝗛𝗘  𝗕𝗢𝗗𝗬  𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗬  𝗢𝗡𝗖𝗘  𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗘𝗗  ,     to  memory .

            at  once ,     cerise  floods  the  fair  hue  of  yuugi’s  cheeks .    ’tis    𝑓𝑎𝑟  𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚  𝑢𝑛𝑢𝑠𝑢𝑎𝑙     for  atem  to  look  at  him  with  such  gentle  fondness ,    near  reverence  ,     like  he’s  witnessing  an  amalgamation  of    everything  worth  loving     in  all  the  world .     even  so ,     it’s  difficult  to    GET  USED  TO     being  looked  at  that  way .     especially  since  yuugi  had  gone  so  many  years    𝐧𝐨𝐭  𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝  𝐚𝐭     by  anyone .

            he  tries  to  return  to  the  task  at  hand ,     hoping  he  doesn’t  appear  as    𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒌     as  he  feels .     but  to  a  vigilant  eye ,     the  effect  is  obvious :     his  hand ,     though  trained  by    years  of  expertise ,     begins  to    𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄  ,     rattling  the  mascara -  coated  wand  it  wields .   

             “     [     .  .  .     ]     did  i  make  a  mistake  .ᐣ.ᐣ     ”     asks  yuugi ,     though  his  reflection     𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗿𝗵𝗲𝘁𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗮𝗹 .     “     you’re  looking  at  me  like  my  face  is  the  most     𝒇𝒂𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈  𝒚𝒐𝒖’𝒗𝒆  𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓  𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏  ,     other  me  .     ”

[cardplays]

“ hey, how badly are you hurt? can you move? you think you can walk? “

SETTLING DUST. @lxghtofrc

[ ☆ ] » "Y-yes, I think I'm good?" Ouza replied, looking up to the monarch with a puzzled/shocked expression. He took a deep breath, staring hard at the busted machine. What had once been a source of joy, bringing their duels to life, a power surge damaged its parts. It was hard to say if maintenance was the issue or a freak accident... with so many no-gooders around, it was hard to say.

Ouza ignored the sharp sensations on his skin where shrapnel made its presence known. Adrenaline was a strong feeling. "I do—I think?—need a moment. Are you alright, Mutou-han?" He only briefly met the other champion, && with thoughts blurred, it was easier to fall on the first name that came to mind. His eyes focused, taking in the grand scene before him, dust settling && cracks in the wall. "We should - help the others." He carefully lifted himself, taking the pharaoh's hand in his own - helping Ouza up - until he stood on somewhat wobbly legs. "Before anything else."